Wow.
This is disheartening. After barely scratching the surface of the idea of candy, I am forced to abandon the design for this evening I had planned so carefully.
I think about the natural fluctuation/wiggle room inherent in orchestral and choral masterpieces. I consider the flavors of top shelf salad dressings available to me at the grocer. I am nonplussed. I determine that a nasty breakfast everyday is, alas, a valuable part of humanity’s genetic legacy.
There's still time to ask me about a compulsory but rarely used useless cat I may know!